Super Special Forces King

Chapter 681

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Horsley is gone, just taking away his most confidant.

The rest of the reactionary army was completely abandoned by their leader. They kept trying to contact Horsley, but found that they couldn't get in touch at all.

The Rwandan army and the blood massacre behind them were chasing frantically and killing without hesitation.

Disappointment, helplessness, and confusion all kinds of negative emotions came up completely, causing them to fall to the bottom of their depression because of retreat and being pursued.

Without the heart to fight anymore, the original rout and retreat became a hula la surrender.

The corner of the dancer's mouth evokes a smile.

If the reactionary army still resists stubbornly, its own blood massacre will inevitably cause casualties, but now it is the best result to be able to defeat the soldiers without fighting.

Through the wireless microphone, the voice said with a smile: "Crazy man, can you hear me?"

Hearing the voice of the dancing boy, Zhang Feng, who was fast in Mercedes-Benz, immediately said, "I can hear you, dancing boy, what's the situation with you?"

"The reactionary army has collapsed across the board, excluding the deaths, and now we have all captured each other. This is what I am trying to tell you. What should I do next?" asked the dancer.

Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows, and the battle went smoother than he thought.

The surrender of the reactionary forces is the best result. He has already calculated the situation in his mind and said: "Let the Rwandan army take prisoners. Even if we do not say this, they will certainly do it, and our The Huangquan Mercenary Corps couldn't digest so many prisoners at all.

However, our Huangquan Mercenary Corps must first select a group of prisoners, and the rest can be handed over to the Rwandan army. "

Hearing that, the dancer secretly nodded, as long as he can give priority to selection, he can select more outstanding soldiers from among them to supplement and increase the combat effectiveness of the Huangquan Mercenary Group.

"I know what to do. Madman, what's the situation on your side? Did you get rid of the chaser behind you?"

"Not yet! The other party is like a dog skin plaster sticking behind me, and is not attacking us, I don't know what medicine they sell in the gourd." Zhang Feng said.

Hearing Zhang Feng's words, the dancer's brows wrinkled slightly, and he said solemnly: "Crazy man, do you want me to take the blood slaughter brigade into a pocket in advance, you bring them in, and then take them all in one pot? "

Zhang Feng didn't think about the way the dancer said, but in the end he gave up.

First, he is not sure about the opponent's number. If the opponent still has a back hand, it is likely to cause trouble to the Blood Slaughter Brigade. If the opponent has an ambush, his actions will be used and even hurt the Huangquan mercenary group. It’s not something he can accept.

The second is that Zhang Feng is still not sure what the other side's purpose is, whether the Mi Army wants to support a puppet government in Rwanda for profit, or they have other plans. These are what he wants to know.

Taking these two considerations into consideration, Zhang Feng decided to take the risk to let the other party bite behind his **** like this.

The other party can't help but show the fox's tail, and then their scheme will definitely be exposed.

Moreover, although he did not agree to the choreographer's suggestion to let the blood slaughter brigade come to make a hole, it does not mean that he has no other arrangements.

"No, don't worry, the dancer. The rest of the time, I will directly hang up the wireless microphone and will not be in contact. The mercenary group matters to you." Zhang Feng finally said in a deep voice.

"no problem."

After hanging up the wireless microphone, Zhang Feng sneered and looked back. The sky was dark, but the jungle behind him was silent.

In this dead silence, there are hidden unknown number of Mi Army chasing soldiers, and the more dead still, the more a huge whirlpool is brewing.

Such a whirlpool is enough for anyone to swallow in, and the swallowed bones are gone.

Zhang Feng is now constantly wandering around the edge of such a vortex. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is trying the law or risking himself, in order to learn the information he wants to know.

The sneer at the corner of his mouth was now extremely sinister, and he raised his hand to pluck the wireless microphone from his ear, threw it into the grass beside him, and turned and quickly dived into the jungle.

There was no reaction at first, but after a period of transfer, Zhang Feng found that the other party was still able to track him, which meant that his position was located.

How can it be positioned?

If it is only the reactionary army, Zhang Feng is still not sure. But knowing that the stalker behind him is Mi Jun, the answer becomes clear.

Signal locked!

Something that can be locked by a signal must be able to transmit a signal!

The phone has already hung up, so the answer is clear, it is the radio equipment, that is, the wireless microphone of the air duct.

The reason why I didn't discard it as soon as I found it was because I wanted the other person to follow behind his ass.

If you easily get rid of the opponent, how can you let the opponent show the fox tail?

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On the other side, the waltz in the room leisurely tilted Erlang's legs, listening to the waltz flowing out of the old-fashioned record, which seemed extremely comfortable.

"Kakka..." The sound of the fax machine receiving fax printing disrupted the smooth and natural waltz.

Waltz suddenly stood up and walked to the fax machine. At this time, he sent a fax. It must be that he made the department's investigations better.

Hold the printed fax in your hand, and the information on it is a brief introduction to Zhang Feng's life!

"Name: Zhang Feng."

"It was once affiliated to a certain special forces unit of China. The specific name is unknown, but the status is equivalent to that of our Navy SEALs."

"Later, I transferred to another mysterious organization in China. The specific code name is unknown. I left China a year ago and established the Huangquan Mercenary Group. The current scale is an intermediate mercenary."

"The Huangquan Mercenary Corps fights back the fire ant mercenary regiment and the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps. The specific location is unknown, but after two battles, it can be preliminarily judged that the combat effectiveness of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps is medium among the intermediate mercenary regiments."

"Leader Zhang Feng, he likes to use the sword to go slant, and he likes to get the most benefit at the least cost."

"The relationship between the Huangquan Mercenary Corps and the Rwandan government is unclear, and there is likely to be a transfer of interests between the two parties."

"Zhang Feng and his Huangquan mercenary group are suspected to be related to the attack on Chinese consulates abroad in Rwanda."

"Comprehensive assessment, Zhang Feng's degree of danger is three and a half years."

Waltz remembered the content of the information in his mind. He had already received the news that Horsley had fled and the reactionary army was disintegrated, but he didn't care because he now had a better candidate.

He took off his straight tuxedo, put on a camouflage combat uniform, walked out of the room fully armed, and at the same time issued an order: "You can act, catch your mouth!"